Chapter 160 Prince Ye Is Terrifying

Chapter 160: Prince Ye Is Absolutely Terrifying

"Since His Highness Prince Ye can get used to sleeping on that stone bed, I suppose Princess Ye, being delicate, would not be accustomed to it. It's good that you exchanged it."

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, making up a lame excuse to save face.

Anyway, after today, Luo Junhe would soon be dead, so it no longer mattered whether he slept on the Ice Stone Bed or not.

Thinking this, he became much more respectful toward Ji Yuntang, so as not to cause any more trouble.

Ji Yuntang watched Imperial Physician Zhu's face change faster than flipping a switch, and a cold smirk flickered at the corner of her mouth and then vanished.

This imperial physician really puts on a show—probably more than the money in his pocket.

However, Ji Yuntang was now almost completely certain that Luo Junhe's condition was not due to Imperial Physician Zhu's ignorance, but rather his deliberate misdiagnosis.

She just didn't know what grudge he had against Luo Junhe that made him harm him like this and torment him for three years.

Maybe Imperial Physician Zhu had been bought off long ago by someone else and was acting on their behalf.

Having made up her mind, Ji Yuntang led Imperial Physician Zhu to the West Courtyard.

He carried his medicine box, striding briskly with an arrogant look on his face.

But the moment Ji Yuntang pushed open the door, Imperial Physician Zhu was startled by Luo Junhe's appearance.

What a face that was!

His skin was pale and bluish, withered like a skeleton, both cheeks covered with black-and-red rotting flesh, lips as pale as paper, hair disheveled and falling over his shoulders, giving off a hopeless air of death.

Imperial Physician Zhu was taken aback.

Three months ago, when he last treated Luo Junhe, his condition wasn't this bad.

How could Luo Junhe have turned into such a ghastly sight in less than two months since Ji Yuntang moved in?

Could it be that Consort Li's information was wrong, and Ji Yuntang married Luo Junhe only for the position of princess, without properly taking care of him or treating him?

That made sense. Luo Junhe's body was already terminally ill; how could a country girl like Ji Yuntang possibly have the ability to cure him?

Perhaps her medical skills were just fabricated by outsiders?

This realization made Imperial Physician Zhu heave a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Luckily, Ji Yuntang was nothing much; if she were really that capable, where would a royal physician with over thirty years of experience put his face?

Of course, Luo Junhe and Ji Yuntang both caught the smile on Imperial Physician Zhu's lips, and they exchanged a knowing glance.

Ji Yuntang rubbed her fingers together and asked knowingly, "Imperial Physician Zhu, you seem pretty happy seeing my husband this sick, huh?"

Imperial Physician Zhu: "..."

Ji Yuntang's words were a slap in the face.

A patient was at death's door, yet a physician whose duty was to save lives could actually smile.

If word got out, his decades of medical ethics would be ruined.

Imperial Physician Zhu was also a master of quick changes in expression. He first glared at Ji Yuntang, then said gravely,

"Princess Ye, what nonsense are you spouting? This official is so grieved to see Prince Ye like this, how could I possibly smile?"

"We physicians are all righteous men of high medical ethics, wishing every patient a speedy recovery. Don't slander me."

Ji Yuntang nearly laughed.

A righteous man of high medical ethics? He sure knows how to pat himself on the back.

If you ask her, Imperial Physician Zhu was more like a villain with rotten morals.

In less time than it takes to sip a cup of tea, Imperial Physician Zhu had taken out a roll of silver needles and a short knife from his medicine box.

He frowned at Ji Yuntang, "Princess Ye, this official needs to treat His Highness Prince Ye. Could you step out for a moment, please?"

"After I finish treating Prince Ye's face and bandaging it up, I'll call you."

Ji Yuntang knew exactly what he was up to—he was afraid that with her there, he couldn't pull off his scheme.

Knowing Imperial Physician Zhu had ulterior motives, how could she possibly agree to leave?

She didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone with Luo Junhe.

Just as Ji Yuntang was about to come up with an excuse to refuse, Luo Junhe suddenly started coughing violently, his face contorted in pain.

After coughing, a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto Imperial Physician Zhu, who was standing closest to him.

Imperial Physician Zhu: "..."

Imperial Physician Zhu: "!!!"

In all his years of practice, he had never had a patient spit blood all over him; his face immediately fell.

At that moment, Luo Junhe opened his mouth and spoke in a weak voice.

"A-Tang, Imperial Physician Zhu is right. The biggest taboo for a physician during treatment is being disturbed. He's treated me alone all these years. You're a woman, so it's inconvenient for you to stay. You should wait outside!"

Ji Yuntang pursed her lips slightly. She caught the underlying meaning in Luo Junhe's words.

He was telling her that he could handle it himself.

Ji Yuntang mulled it over. Now that Luo Junhe's eyes were healed, with his reflexes and skills, Imperial Physician Zhu really couldn't harm him.

Besides, she had hidden a dagger under the pillow for Luo Junhe.

If he were really in danger, he could easily take out Imperial Physician Zhu in self-defense.

Having thought it through, Ji Yuntang said calmly, "Yes, then I'll step out and have someone boil some hot water for Your Highness."

In front of outsiders, she gave Luo Junhe plenty of respect.

Imperial Physician Zhu sneered inwardly.

Pretend, keep pretending!

The two of them were pretending to be a loving couple.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that Luo Junhe had been reduced to this dying state under Ji Yuntang's care, he might have believed they were truly in love.

Only when he heard the door close outside did Imperial Physician Zhu's tense heart finally settle down.

With Ji Yuntang gone and Luo Junhe blind, Imperial Physician Zhu felt that the task assigned by Consort Li could be completed without any doubt.

But ideals are rich, reality is harsh, and accidents always strike when least expected.

Just as Imperial Physician Zhu took out the silver needle and was about to prick it into the lethal acupoint on the side of Luo Junhe's neck, Luo Junhe suddenly turned his head to the side.

Imperial Physician Zhu's silver needle ended up piercing the pillow instead.

He was somewhat irritated; this needle was aimed precisely at the carotid artery. If it had struck accurately, Luo Junhe would have been dead for sure today.

Yet he had actually managed to dodge it.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Imperial Physician Zhu changed his angle and picked up the silver needle for a second attempt.

Unexpectedly, Luo Junhe turned his head again.

The silver needle in his hand once again met empty air. Imperial Physician Zhu: "..."

He couldn't help muttering to himself, could Luo Junhe's luck really be this good?

It was as if he could anticipate his every move; if he didn't know that the other was blind, he might mistakenly think that the other could see.

After two failures, Imperial Physician Zhu composed himself, took a deep breath, and spoke in a tone that bordered on respect:

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